Infinite (2021) review

Evan (Mark Wahlberg), who takes clozapine to treat his "schizophrenia" and has trouble getting a real job, soon finds out he's actually an "infinite," which means he can recall past lives (like Uncle Boonmee?) but the fate of the world is threatened by Bathurst (Chiwetel Ejiofor), a "nihilist" who doesn't want to keep being reincarnated.  Fuqua is a legitimate filmmaker, but for him this has to be an all-time low: each and every scene, as it continues forward, just gets worse than the previous one, compounding the idiocy and incoherence so that when it finally arrives at Mark wielding a samurai sword and landing a motorcycle onto the wing of an airborne plane, the only reaction is begrudging acceptance because it already slapped any and all critical thinking out of you (has anyone involved ever even met anyone with schizophrenia?).  It's just a numb waste of time and money - and sure to end up on some Critics' Worst of 2021- so Paramount should just (a.) blame the pandemic and (b.) write it off....